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[h1][color=FF4500]Seven[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Powerbound Academy - Auditorium
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: Natalya Ivanov [sub]([@Chickn])[/sub]
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Organics had a strange way about them, that much was clear to Seven in its brief three months of operation time. Since its recovery in Chernobyl, and its subsequent activation by the scientists at the Powerbound Alliance, the synthetic found biological life to be...curious. Fascinating, really. Seven observed that each organic was a variable unto itself. From the mechanics that repaired its damaged and slightly irradiated chassis to the bureaucrats that decided to place the Synthetic among the metahuman youth at Powerbound Academy, each human bore an individuality that perplexed the Soviet relic.

So as it stepped out of the sleek, blue car which had ferried Seven from the landing strip to what would be its operational base for what be years to come, Seven found itself unwilling to move down the walkway which led to impressive entrance hall of the Academy. The unit would have plenty of opportunity to observe organics. Standing here now, however, seeing the excited faces and hearing joyous laughter ring through the air, Seven felt it necessary to record this moment. Simply for accurate record keeping, of course.

[b][i]*whirrr-click*[/i][/b] [i]Data-file: 'Powerbound_Academy:_Day_1' created[/i]

[color=90EE90] "Feeling intimidated? It's all right, most people are their first day," [/color] a sweet voice chimed out to the A.I. from the car Seven had just exited.

Seven tilted its head, processing what the woman had just said. She had been with Seven since the unit landed in Oregon, ensuring that the synthetic made it to the school grounds safely.

[color=FF4500] "Apologies, but I am not equipped with the necessary adrenal glands or biological components to feel fear. I am also unsure of my status regarding 'personhood', but understand the confusion. My hardware intentionally appears human-like for purposes of unit cohesion and infiltration," [/color] Seven responded matter-of-factly, still facing towards the ornate doors that led from the Roundabout to the inner sanctum of the Academy.

The woman rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. [color=90EE90]"Someone is going to get you to loosen up one of these days, you know that don't you?"[/color] She walked casually from the driver's door to behind Seven, placing a hand on the machine's shoulder.

[color=FF4500]"That would be unwise. My efficiency is based in part upon my physical frame's functionality. Loose joints would hinder my capabilities in the field."[/color]

She was silent for a moment, unsure whether Seven had told a joke or was being its usual straight-edged self.

[color=FF4500]"We should proceed to the Auditorium, correct? Orientation begins within the hour,"[/color] Seven gestured towards the school proper, beginning to shift its heavy frame towards those imposing doors which marked the entrance to the main hallway. Smiling despite herself, the woman nodded and followed after the strange synthetic.

Seven's head [b][i]*whirred*[/i][/b] on a constant swivel during the short walk from its liaison's car to the Main Hall. There where a few other would-be students loitering about the front of the Academy, some of them saying fond farewells to family members while others had already set about making friends early in the school year. The synthetic enjoyed catching these moments for his record, but more often found the subjects it was observing staring back at tit. Seven had drawn more than a few curious glances despite its meager attempts to disguise itself to appear more in line with its new peers. The brown and blue hoodie it had been provided did not appear to be a sufficient enough covering to hide the more mechanical aspects of its appearance. Seven's obvious recording of its surrounds probably did not aid attempts at subtlety, but the synthetic was fine with the curious looks the organics were giving it. It observed them, and in turn they observed it. A fair exchange of data as far as Seven was concerned.

Slowing to allow its liaison to take the lead, Seven ceased its erratic observations as the odd pair entered the Main Hall and headed towards the Auditorium. The synthetic realized that it would be important to process the headmaster's upcoming speech, as the orders contained within would most likely dictate the path of Seven's stay at Powerbound Academy. Seven allowed his liason to sign it in on the list of students, waved goodbye as it was instructed was customary in organic departures, and pushed onward into the crowd of young metahumans waiting for their headmaster's speech.

A man, one whose skin fell on the far-side of Seven's understood paleness-parameter for human pigmentation, took the center podium and introduced himself as Headmaster Udina. The man spoke at length about the staff and their duties, of which Seven took note to file each away in an individual profile, before moving onto the Academy's goals for their students and this year. The synthetic also ensured to encode these notes, rules, and goals into its data-streams. Headmaster Udina was the unit's superior, the top at its newly developed chain of command, and Seven weighed it as a boon to take Udina's orders into consideration.

As the Headmaster's speech drew to a close, the man motioned for any question from the student body. A number of potential queries burst into existence from Seven's processor, but the synthetic elected to keep quiet and observe. It figured that a unique opportunity displayed itself in this open forum, allowing certain organics to establish their voices and social ranking among their peers. Seven's primary directive while at Powerbound Academy was to learn about organics by observing them. It wished to observe how social order was established among the human's hormonal youth.

A male spoke out first, attempting what Seven recognized as humor. It worked to partial affect, eliciting the desired reaction from some of the crowd, while others made their displeasure known via body language. Upon further observation it did not appear the adolescent organic intended his query to be comedic, but rather as a genuine question of sustenance.

Another human male had a question to ask, but this one of a darker skin tone than the first. His apparel also differed drastically from the first, but the subtleties of the exact fashion escaped Seven's current knowledge of modern human society. Seven was also unsure about why this 'Dress Code' was important to the male. Did the clothes he chose to wear represent some sort religious or cultural significance that the male was unwilling to part with?

The next organic to speak out looked to be a young female. To Seven's observation, she seemed in a state of agitation, intentionally speaking to her superior in a mocking tone in what the synthetic calculated to be an attempt to reject the Headmaster's authority. Seven found itself perplexed by this action, as the organic unit had already agreed to enroll at this school. It wondered what the female's ultimate directive was by attacking the school's sense of unity, but was curious to see the Headmaster's response.

At the female's insult, Seven saw that the darker skinned male had also taken on an agitated state. Perhaps this was the female's meta-ability? A sort of psychic or pheromone based mood control? Seven swiveled its head to observe the other organics in the crowd, to see if they too had been affected by some sort of emotional manipulation. Seeing that response was mixed, Seven resolved that its initial hypothesis tested negative. This was simply a natural response to inciting unrest in the student body.

The darker skinned male's response to the female's question fascinated Seven. Within it, the male's statement contained both insult, comedy, and intent to rebuke the female's stance. Judging from the body language of the other students surrounding the male, this organic spoke the majority opinion of the crowd. It was strange to the synthetic, how quickly conflict sprung up among these students. Seven postulated that it had something to do with the young human's still developing brains and the imbalance of chemicals surging through their bodies.

A few more questions attempted to pierce the veil of tension that had risen between the dark-skinned male and the agitated female, but Seven had become rapt in observing this conflict. These first actions taken by students would be incredibly important in establish dominance, at least as far as was Seven's understanding. An understanding that Seven knew to be limited in scope. More data was required before the synthetic came to a conclusion about this oncoming social battleground.

Turning to a girl standing next to the A.I., a meta bearing appendages like a cephalopod, Seven [b][i]*whirred*[/i][/b] its vocal modulator to get her attention.

[color=FF4500]"I have a query,"[/color] it began abruptly, electronically synthesized voice chirping out distinctly from the din of the crowd. [color=FF4500]"Why does that organic female wish to incite agitation from her superiors? What does that organic male exactly mean when he names her a 'bitch'?"[/color]